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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024
The drive to the lake house was almost always a pleasant one. Father would often tell us rousing stories. Stories of his rebellious childhood. A stolen car. A muddied dining room before a party. A heist of my grandfather's cigar collection. Mother would always facetiously disapprove and play up her innocent childhood. Saying that us children "must never behave like your father did." But not this time. This time, the ride was quiet and excruciating. This time, mother was driving instead of father. This time, I played games with my eyes, hoppi...
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I never knew red was my favorite color until then. The way the moonlight shone on my shaking hands contrasted the maroon drops of blood in such a beautifully striking way. My mother always did teach me to look on the bright side of things, I guess. A small stream of blood was flowing down the short tip of the protruding knife, creating a now pool of blood on my hands and feet. Although the pain was searing, all I could think was how hard it was going to be to clean up this damn rug. I thudded to my knees and succumbed to the all too familiar...
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